01-15-2022, 04:51 AM
(01-14-2022, 04:38 PM)Science Friction Wrote: January 1989. Superbowl XXIII. I was 26 years old. I pissed my pants and cried like a baby, all because of the Bengals. I was so excited after Stanford Jennings kickoff return for a TD that I pissed myself (didn't matter, would have done it again for another TD).
Then Montana to Taylor with 34 seconds remaining all but ended my life(at least that's how it felt). Only time I had ever cried like that over a game. I have still never forgiven Lewis Billups for the dropped INT.
Any grown ass man that is completely sober and pisses himself and then cries like a baby over a ballgame is hopeless and definitely hardcore.
Pretty much the same time to me. Living in Germany and beeing 15 years old, as far as I remember it was the first year german TV showed at least the Play offs and the SB. Due to the time difference I had to tape them (remember VHS?) and haven´t been a fan of a particular team. When I saw the Bengals, i liked the jerseys (lol) but more Boomer´s name and Ickey´s dance (sometime there are simple reasons). So I rooted for the Bengals.
At the SB I was stoked when we lead late in the game and devastated when we lost 30 seconds to the end of the game. My new love just got beaten, what a bad start for a life long relationship. While Football became a bit more popular in Germany, most people jumped on the side of successfull teams like the 49ers, Packers and Patriots, but beeing loyal to my team (my real football team, 1 FC Köln was successfull before I crushed on them in ´82, since then we pretty much suck), I stayed a Bengal since then. Hard times show real love, so whoydey 4life
